Corrective Lense

I look in the mirror and see an ordinary reflection, reminded of its repulsiveness with it’s lack of a lover’s touch.My words, unread, unheard and unwanted. A desire that is real and stuck deep in my craw. Reminded of those wise words spoken long ago, some things are better left unsaid.

Crazy knows my name, I wish it wouldn’t say it.

Wish in one hand and shit in the other,

Cornucopia of Candy

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